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A Rootless Existence
(Nov 19,1978 / Pakistan)

A Rootless Existence

Poem By Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari

Severed from self
It is just
A selfless existence
Of this body
Made up of mere clay

Nomadic thoughts
Your mind loves to create
Untrodden paths
Your feet tend to walk
Unknown words
Your tongue slips to pronounce
Speak with care
You are not allowed
To say
What has not been told to you
Yet

My Love should be fearless
Then
Why all the time I have worries
Of my poor self
My pocket is crying for
The chocolates
My daughter loves to eat
My wife is building a new home
On the graveyard of my old dreams
My shoes have grown a little older too
Like the sadness in my mother’s eyes
I can replace my middle-aged lusterless shoes
With the young ones having a pristine shine
But what should I do
To rejuvenate the marks of happiness
In my mother’s lifeless eyes
And
In my life’s soulless existence

This life is nothing
But a wakeful dream
I was predisposed to live
Then
Why am I rebellious
To my default operating system
I keep on customizing
My intrinsic programming
With an artificial intelligence
Errors and bloopers
And what I get in the end
Is nothing but
A rootless existence


Nov 29,2008

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This life is nothing But a wakeful dream I was predisposed to live Then Why am I rebellious To my default operating system I keep on customizing My intrinsic programming With an artificial intelligence Errors and bloopers And what I get in the end Is nothing but A rootless existence Just brilliant in a rootfull kind of way.. only those who haven't lost their roots can say.. ..Simply.....beautiful beyond words...John
A deeply profound poem in which one's intrinsic thoughts have been written with emotional restrainst.
Truly mind provoking..revealing what was once been so blind within... Wonderful poem..truly a piece of art!
Great Read. I loved it! It made me smile.
This life is nothing But a wakeful dream I was predisposed to live Then............................................. it is the crux of quest from time immemorial living gets baffled by the life by the appocalypse it is the rainbow over the blue sky in time and space queries when all unanswered onto the last dregs of rain.............wonderful verse by the living slowly sprucing the skin of life and again on decline, yet introspective, history repeats on and on the body of eternal stream slithering to the void of vastness, great write,10++++, thanks for sharing


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